I always wanted to smoke. I was born in 1955 and it was highly encouraged. Even doctors on tv were still pimping it as a digestive aid and there were more cigarette commercials than all of today's Progressive, Allstate, and all prescription drugs combined. My non-smoking parents hosted regular domino (42) parties at the house with 5-6 other couples. Each table had an ashtray and I'd always sit behind to guy smoking Salems, especially when he fired one up with his zippo lighter. I loved that aroma. My best friend gave me a Marlboro in the AstroWorld (the wonderful world of fun! fun! fun!) restroom. It was so much fun I bought my own, He passed away last month, but that was likely due more to his lifelong meth habit. He was 70. Funeral is a couple of weeks away, but unsure if I'll attend. He became estranged from me a couple years ago because I was an unrepentant democrat. Weird. He'd known that my whole life. Our dads were great friends and I knew him forever. One of my all-time best friend, despite some significant differences and preferences. Its a troubling decision for me. I always loved that *******, and I don't know if it would be appropriate to attend, since at last contact he hated me. wwjd?
And I'm afraid vap[ing is at least as unhealthy than smoking, if not moreso.
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